Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 191: Kreacher the House Elf

Remember [lnmao.org] in one second, fast update, no pop-up window, free to read!

Leaving the portrait of Mrs. Black, they cross the door at the end of the corridor and enter the basement.

The ground floor seems to be a kitchen. It is almost as dim as in the hallway above, a cave-like deep room surrounded by rough stone walls.

Most of the light comes from a few short candles around the large fireplace at the end of the room. The walls around the tubes are all smoked into black, and the heavy iron pots and iron basins hanging from the same dark ceiling, Dreadful and terrifying in the darkness.

Next to the kitchen is a small dining room with a sink in the corner and two wooden cupboards covered with spider webs on both sides, filled with silver tableware.

Through the moldy carpet, you can see the beautiful patterns carved on the green marble floor below. In the center of the house is a table and many chairs that can seat many people. The temperature here is lower than above. Many, the moldy and rotten smell in the air is more serious.

"Go this way!" Sirius ripped a green tapestry bearing the Black family crest on the wall just north of the restaurant, exposing the black brick wall.

He knocked on a wall with wand(s) and opened a hidden secret door.

Just like the wall of the broken cauldron bar leading to Diagon Alley, the wall untwisted, revealing a narrow, steep staircase and continuing down.

Ivan noticed that there was a small silver snake on the brick, but it was not very obvious. If you did not look carefully, it would be impossible to notice.

"In the ancient pure-blooded wizard(s) family, there are generally such secret rooms, hiding some of the family ’s unknown secrets." Sirius said while bending over and walking in, "This is Black The place where the family collects books, at least when I left this house, it is kept here ... "

Half of what he said, he stopped immediately.

Over the shoulder of Sirius, Ivan saw a domestic little elf / pixie(s) standing in the underpass.

It ’s not a decoration on the wall, but a living domestic little elf / pixie(s).

This domestic little elf / pixie(s) looks very old, with all the folds on his skin, which is several times more than his body actually needs. Although his head is as bare as all domestic little elf / pixie(s), the two bats are like A lot of white hair grows in his big ears.

His eyes are bloodshot, watery and gray, and his fleshy nose is large, like a pig's nose.

A dirty rag was wrapped around his waist, like the waist cloth used by men in tropical countries to cover his body. Besides, his body was almost naked.

Ivan suddenly, this guy should be Kreacher the House Elf, he was still thinking about when he would see each other.

Kreacher is like a statue, standing at the corner of the underpass stairs, standing still.

He bent over, his head up, and looked at Sirius Black in surprise, with a strange expression on his face, and then he began to whisper softly in a hoarse, low voice like a bullfrog.

"What the poor old Kreacher saw, the prodigal master who has disappeared for more than ten years is back, leading a group of cubs back to ruin my hostess's house." Kreacher's voice was slow, and his eyes were full of disdain, he As he spoke, he bowed to Sirius as if instinctively asked him to do so.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, Kreacher, I didn't expect you to be alive." Sirius said calmly.

Although I met an acquaintance, there was nothing happy in his voice.

"Who is he?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Kreacher, the domestic little elf / pixie(s) for the Black family." Sirius paused, adding, "A crazy guy."

"Master always likes to make a little joke, Kreacher is not crazy, Kreacher just did not see the three young masters." little elf / pixie(s) bowed to Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and then In a light but clear voice, "Kreacher smelled the smell of mudblood. If the poor hostess knew underground, and the young master actually put such scum into her house, she would say something to the old Kreacher. What a shame! "

"Shut up, Kreacher, you are not allowed to call them mudblood in the future." Sirius shouted angrily.

"It's okay! This family little elf / pixie(s) doesn't seem to know what she's talking about." Hermione looked at Kreacher with fear. She stepped forward and tried timidly to say, "Hello, Kreacher! I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ivan Mason , The one next to it is Harry Potter. "

Seeing Hermione talking to him again, the light-colored eyes of Kreacher suddenly widened, and the words in his mouth were more irritating than before.

"The **** boy brought back by the owner actually talked to Kreacher, pretending to be casual, as if she were my friend, if the hostess of Kreacher saw him with such a person, oh, What would she say, think about it ... "

"I'll say it again, shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius said, gritting his teeth.

After hearing Sirius's order, Kreacher closed his mouth immediately.

He walked up from the dark road, glancing at one by one on Hermione, Ivan, Harry, and then his eyes widened suddenly, and he began to whisper again.

"Is this true, is it really Harry Potter ?! Kreacher saw scar, it must be true, that is the boy who stopped Dark Lord, Kreacher does not know how he did it ..."

"We all know what's going on." Sirius said aloud.

"Kreacher only knew that the young master had just returned from Azkaban." Kreacher's eyes turned back to Sirius. "My poor hostess, she vowed not to recognize his son, and now he is back He is said to be a murderer ... "

"Sirius proved to be innocent, he did not kill, he is now a hero!" Hermione hurriedly explained.

"You don't need to tell him this!" Sirius stared at Kreacher very disgustedly, "He won't listen, he used to be like this, a **** domestic little elf / pixie(s)."

"How can the young master say Kreacher, Kreacher has never done anything out of the ordinary, Kreacher just obeyed the master's order, and played for the noble Black family for life!" Kreacher said, bowed again, and then lowered his voice and whined Opened, "Even if the young master didn't kill, he was a nasty, ungrateful obscene bill that broke his mother's heart ..."

"My mother has no heart, Kreacher." Sirius said angrily, "She totally lives by resentment."

"Anyway." Kreacher muttered indignantly, "Young Master is not worthy of even polishing his mother's soles. My poor hostess, what would she say if she saw that Young Master came back, how she used to be Hate him! "

"Enough is enough, what are you doing hiding here?" Sirius said contemptuously, "Do n’t think I do n’t know, as soon as we enter this house, you will find us."

"Kreacher is guarding the last legacy of the Black family." Kreacher bypassed Sirius and picked up the tapestry he had just been on the ground. "The young master will destroy it everywhere, if this tapestry is thrown away, the hostess I will never forgive Kreacher. It has been in this house for seven centuries. Kreacher must keep it. Kreacher must not let the young master and these three little babies destroy the tapestry. "(Unfinished.)